As with so many other things, the Dog Whisperer was a bit late coming to Sweden. I’m not sure when the show started airing over here, but I don’t think it was more than a year ago. In any case, I hadn’t seen it myself until last summer, after hearing my mom sing its praises… Read More A Simple Desultory Post (Or How Lucy was Dog Whisperer’d into Submission)
A couple of years or so ago, our county started separating organic and non-organic trash collection. We live in a smaller out-lying town and didn’t have to switch over until late spring of last year (and actually, we didn’t have to switch, but there is quite a price incentive to do so), so we’re still… Read More Oh, look … our ecological footprint is growing!
This afternoon I bought myself a little present, the 5-CD set, Simon & Garfunkel: The Collection. Now I know what music I’ll be taking with me to the hospital when it finally get to be time to have this baby.
Another year’s gone by, and today marks seven years since Lydia and I made the move from Idaho to Sweden. All things considered, we’re still liking it fine.
Quite out of the blue, it was announced today that the company Olof has worked for for the past 7½ years, MySQL, was acquired by Sun Microsystems for the staggering–to me, at any rate–sum of $1 billion US. In the short term, things should stay more or less the same, but what this will mean… Read More Unexpected
Today is Olof’s and my fifth wedding anniversary. It feels like it should be more than five years ago we got married (in a good way, I mean), but at any rate, we’re off to a good start. He arranged for him mom to come over and stay with the kids this evening so that… Read More Happy Day
Today I am eight months pregnant, exactly one month from my due date, and–as is usual for me at this stage of pregnancy–I am very ready to have it done. People keep saying, “Oh, it’s not long now,” or “Wow, so soon!” and all that comes to my mind is, “Yeah, easy for you to… Read More The big picture
When we got to the birthday party this afternoon, Tage decided that he could stay there on his own, as long as I promised not to forget where to pick him up (“Remember,” he said, pointing to the house across the street, “it’s by a blue house with the number 7.”). I think once he… Read More Independence